It’s no secret that Oxford has long been an idealised location for film sets; official-looking SUVs with blacked-out windows and attendants in high vis parading up and down Catte Street and around the Rad Cam are a not-unfamiliar sight.
Ideally, we should strike a balance; an awareness of the reality of life at Oxford can co-exist with an appreciation of its grand architecture and historical atmosphere.
“All my particles disband and disperse/And I’ll be back in the
pulse.”
Music, to Fiona Apple, seems like a Schrodinger’s Cat kind of
paradox; it relies...
In a rare interview with LA Times in 2018, Elena Ferrante, universally-celebrated, elusive (the name is a pseudonym) author of the Neapolitan novels, was...
“Lights up. The actor is alone” - type aspiring
playwrights all over the world, unconsciously in unison. I anticipate reading this
line (or something similar) over...